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Soul Mates: Bound by Blood
by Jourdan Lane
Torquere Press
Copyright ©2005 by Jourdan Lane
First published in www.torquerepress.com, 2006
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Soul Mates: Bound by Blood
by Jourdan Lane
Chapter One
There he was again, out on the dance floor, losing himself
to the pounding rhythm. He wasn't dancing; he was becoming
one with the music. His head was rolled back, face turned
toward the ceiling as if in supplication to some higher power.
It was as if there was an invisible, impenetrable wall around
him. People danced around him, oblivious to his presence, yet
somehow managing to keep out of his personal space.
For a brief moment, standing in the middle of the dance
floor, he looked like a god himself: a god drawing on the
energy from his people. A small smile graced his full lips, and
he raked his hands through his short, dark hair. He shook his
head, as if clearing away his thoughts, and started to dance
again.
Every time he moved, his black leather pants hugged
tightly to him, accentuating his ass and muscular thighs in
ways that made my mouth water and my dick hard. Tonight
wasn't the first night I'd seen him, but it was the first time I'd
seen him alone. I didn't know his name; wasn't sure I cared.
All I knew was that he was sexy as fuck, he could dance like
no one I'd ever seen before, and he'd never been to the bar
for a drink.
I'd have remembered that. Him. His drink of preference.
I watched him for a long while, wishing like hell for once
that I could be on the dance floor rather than behind the bar.
I glanced at my watch; ten minutes until closing. As I looked
back to the dance floor, I couldn't help but smile. Oh, yeah.
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My rule on one-night stands could be broken for just one
hour—with him .
A customer appeared before me, blocking my view of the
dance floor, smiling as he called out his order. I barely
resisted the urge to glare at him, and when he made his drink
order, I had to clench my teeth so I didn't tell him to fuck off.
Fifteen minutes left until last call and he wanted a damned
Fuzzy Navel. Just my luck, the last drink I'd made before I
started watching hot-hunk-on-the-dance-floor had been with
orange juice and I was out. Not wanting to make a trip back
to the storage room for juice to make one measly drink, I
turned to Jack—the other bartender and my best friend—
asking him to toss me one out of his cooler. He looked at the
clock, shook his head, then sent a small metal can flying at
my head.
I plucked it out of the air easily and began mixing the
drink, still trying to keep my eye on the dance floor. I had to
look away for about half a second in order to grab the Peach
Schnapps, and when I turned back around, I lost sight of my
target on the dance floor. I hurriedly finished mixing the
drink, taking the customer's money and giving him change,
and watched as he turned away without adding anything to
the tip jar. Bastard.
As soon as the customer slipped back into the crowd, I
turned my eyes back to the dance floor, searching
desperately for that tall, dark-haired stranger. Just as I was
about to give up, I found him. Without taking my eyes off him
for even a second, I removed the small black apron from
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around my waist and tossed it across the counter. "Hey,
Jack?"
"What's up, Petey?" he called out from behind me.
I shook my head, ignoring the nickname he used to get me
riled up. "Shut me down. I'm gonna dance."
Jack laughed and pressed against my back, sliding his
hands around to my crotch. "Oo! Somebody out there's
getting you hard."
I groaned as he squeezed me through my jeans. "Christ,
Jack, let me go!"
He chuckled and nipped my neck before pushing me away
from him. "Go on, pretty boy; I'll take care of your side."
"Love you, man," I laughed and exited the door leading
from the bar to the club.
It seemed to take forever to get onto the dance floor.
Someone was constantly trying to walk right through me, or
regulars were trying to stop me to talk. When I finally made it
onto the floor, I stopped in my tracks, unable to move. He
was only about four feet away, seeming lost in his own little
world.
I hoped like hell he didn't mind me invading it.
I moved toward him, brushing his shoulder with mine
lightly as I got even with him. His eyes were closed, and I
had a sudden attack of insecurity. As I started to slink away,
he brought his arm up, hand resting low against my belly. It
was only then that he opened his eyes and looked at me for
the first time.
I struggled to meet his pale blue eyes as they leveled on
me. Something in the way he looked at me made me feel
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